Trble - Dead Man Lyrics

Dead man
I just shot a man down
Dead man
Bullets, don't make a sound
Dry cry - even tears
Even my heart cries but who cares
Whose fault? No one but myself
Things do happen, words can't explain
Bad gal think she knows me
Like it's foreign whips with the gold piece
More ice than a goalie
(Like puck puck) two-three with the oohwee
No blue guwop, got a red beam
Twin canons, two retro g
Permutation with the weather B
Call me Mr. G
It's gone be a (Situation, situation)
Believe me, ain't no (Hesitation, hesitation)
I'm just a dead man
Fast life, new Rollie
Calculus, peep the AP
But it's chemistry if you know me
Blue falcon, no safety
Gimme my quarterback (Back)
You can get off my sack (Sack)
I keep the peace
Dali llama, hold the drama
Need the commas, miss my momma
But for this ill kill your honor
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many
That can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
Thug ass niggas that love to bust
Y'all niggas be scrambling, gambling
It's gone be a (Situation, situation)
Believe me, ain't no (Hesitation, hesitation)
I'm just a dead man
(Dry cry - even tears
Even my heart cries but who cares
Whose fault? No one but myself
Things do happen, words can't explain)